“Elenora,” Oscar shadowed me as I moved rapidly through the hotel room, “I wish you would just stop and hear me for a moment.”
“What’s the point?” I bent down to check for any shoes that might have fallen between the bed and the wall. “Everyone is moving on, doing what they want. Where does that leave me?”
“Right here, right where you’re supposed to be.”
“I can’t stay here.” I brushed my hair out of my face when the door opened. Francesco stopped short when he saw my suitcase and the heap of clothes thrown inside. “Really?” I glared at Oscar, who now was standing in the corner, refusing to make eye contact with me.
“Where are you going?”
“I’m leaving.”
“Why?”
“Why not?” I quickly eyed the table but looked back at him, straightening my shoulders. “My daughter obviously has her own pl
